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In article , lms
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Moonlight,
a rose named Moonlight should be a no-brainer, should kill
everything under it, not have to worry about gd grass. I
think Iwas taken in by the line in the catalog that went
something like'lights up the night garden like searchlights'.
Yeah, some northern roser used to wax poetic about Moonlight
in thenight garden. Smells good. How the hell did he keep
it alive, you wonder. HM's aren't terribly hardy, Regina tells me.
I either got the HM attribution wrong or the Regina attribution wrong.
She tells me she isn't responsible for this nugget, so either she and I
were talking about something else or it was someone else. How's that
for great authority for a proposition? Somewhere that stuck in the data
banks, but I'll be damned if I know where I heard it.
every aspect of Moonlight was a surprise and disappointment.
Not a great rose, but it has the most horizontal, layered, make like
an Egyptian look of any rose I grow. Would look good in Martha Stewarts
garden. eg
I think her dreams of being on the cover of the J$P catalog have been
quashed. I still like her perky perky blonde hair-----do, but I think
has about 400 million new wrinkles.
I will
faithfully cultivate any rose I plant, meaning I will keep the tall
grass generally out of its face while it's getting extablished, but
at some point I expect the rose to help me out some. This one was
simply content with bloodying my knuckles and the reward was way
below the bottom line of what was necessary. So I left it to its own
designs, which were totally predictable. I think names like
Moonlight should be reserved for roses which grow everywhere there's
moonlight. After this experience, right or wrong, I have left all
Hybrid Musks on the catalog pages. It's one of the more ambiguous
rose classifications in the first place-- the parentage of Moonlight
is Trier x Sulphurea. Trier is a Hybrid Multiflora and Sulphurea is
a Tea. So where's the Musk? Tea Roses aren't particularly known for
their hardiness? hahahaha
So, do you say it Tree-air? I do.
I thought the bunch were derived from Trier. Lambertinianas. Next
time we turn around the ARS is going to reclassify them as small
flowered shrubs. I like them, every one. Even Buff Beauty was good
this year,14 inches tall and 7 feet around pos. For me, HM's smell
the best on the air of all roses. From 12 feet, 15 feet if it's hot.
see, that's what I expected. I detect Trier from great distance.
I'm sure the Hybrid Musk fans like to call them Hybrid Musks, sounds
all rosy, but here are just a few. I guess we can assume 'seedling'
is some kinda Hybrid Musk. hahahaha
Buff Beauty
seedling x William Allen Richardson (N)
Munschen
Eva x Reveil Dijonnaise Cl HT
Eva
Robin Hood x JC Thornton
Robin Hood
(Rob in de bois hahaha) Seedling x Miss Edith Cavell (polyantha)
Aurora
Danae (Trier (HMult) x Gloire de Chedane-Guinoisseau (HP)) x Miriam (HT)
one with an unlikely name, Autumn Delight, sounds real nice 1933,
Bentall, white, red stamens
Bishop Darlington Aviateur Bleirot (N) x Moonlight (HMult, T)
and it just goes on and on. Bentall had a lot of them, he was smart
and didn't list the parents. actually the ars already calls Hybrid
Musks shrubs, kinda like calling a gallica
an OGR.
I knew his attributions were suspect and I know that HM's aren't HM's.
But with a lot of teas in there, you wouldn't think they'd be all that
hardy. I saw Reveil Dijonnais(se?) a while back, and it was just as
pretty as the pictures, btw.
And my family is worried about ants.
have you heard about the peanut butter remedy? I haven't tried it,
have been meaning to.
No, and how do you keep the dog from eating it, whatever it is?
dogs aren't parta the equation. that's what I need, dogs with ant
bites all over their tongues. the ants I'm thinkin about have
a hill on one side of the horse barn, dogs don't go there. I'd
have to stand there and watch it though, I don't know what horses
do with peanut butter but I have a pretty good idea.
I've heard the ants take it down in their little underground
apartments and choke everybody at dinner.
Yeah, right. Until the smart one figures out how to get the carton of
milk out of the frig. Then we're hosed.